Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.